Sandy Lee Thomas

“Mom! I need help, please come help me!” I said screaming across the house. “Ok sweetie, I’m coming,” my mother replied. I was 14 years old, living in Utah, and I, Briana Thomas, the girl who got the top grades in her class, was stuck on her Algebra homework. As my mother dropped her teacher’s manual, she rushed over toward me. “How can I help?” my mom asked. Right then I realized that my mother had stopped preparing her lesson as a teacher the next day, which was very important and urgent, and came right away when I needed help. I asked myself why she didn’t say “in a few minutes, I will help you.” She was willing to give a hand no matter what she was doing at the time. Another day I noticed it again, “mom, can you please help me,” I cried. I was organizing files and I got to a point where I didn’t know what to do. My mother told her best friend on the phone that she had to go and help me. I wondered why she didn’t catch up with her friend first and then come help me. I noticed it another time,

“I will do anything to help,” my mother said with generosity. Our family had taken a trip down to Arizona to visit relatives. There had recently been a forest fire right by the place where we were staying. My mother went down to the service group and offered any service possible. Our family had come on this trip to have fun and be on vacation, relax and take time off labor, but that is the exact opposite of what my mother had done. It came more apparent to me that my mother would put away anything she was doing to help others; going out of her way to help someone who needed it. She was filled with love and compassion when she did this. I admired her more and more as I saw this often in her schedule.

She inspired me to do good deeds for others and lend a helping hand. She will talk to people and understand what they are going through and she will do anything to help that person. My mother is affectionate. She loves and cares for people by showing them tenderness and giving them attention. She is sympathetic to her lost sheep. She is the shepherd and everyone is her fold. My mom is my hero. Her helpful hands reach out beyond the stars to a person in need. She stands up for what she believes in and not let others change her mind. She is very patient and humble. My mother is my hero, she is my everything.